Snowstorm
Since last Saturday night, Geneva, most of Switzerland, lots of France, Europe in general, and--I read today--even Algeria have been through some spectacular winter weather.
I awoke early Sunday morning and was dimly thinking about heading back to sleep when I pulled up the blinds and saw thick flakes falling and everything covered in snow. The sun wasn't up yet (it actually doesn't even technically break over Mont Saleve until 10am anyway--I literally live in the shadow of the mountain), but I hurried out to survey the snowscape.
I decided to walk along my favorite route to Sierne, where the vineyards, Arve river and woodlands all converge into Swiss bliss. I was the first to tromp through the snow and crunched along the vineyards, past the Jewish cemetery, and along the Arve to the Sierne mansions.
The serenity of snow sent me in silence to my second-favorite church. I slowly walked up the wide path and then stopped to admire the scene.
From there, a short trek back up to 29 Place de l'Eglise, my cozy little Swiss home.
I awoke early Sunday morning and was dimly thinking about heading back to sleep when I pulled up the blinds and saw thick flakes falling and everything covered in snow. The sun wasn't up yet (it actually doesn't even technically break over Mont Saleve until 10am anyway--I literally live in the shadow of the mountain), but I hurried out to survey the snowscape.
I decided to walk along my favorite route to Sierne, where the vineyards, Arve river and woodlands all converge into Swiss bliss. I was the first to tromp through the snow and crunched along the vineyards, past the Jewish cemetery, and along the Arve to the Sierne mansions.
The serenity of snow sent me in silence to my second-favorite church. I slowly walked up the wide path and then stopped to admire the scene.
From there, a short trek back up to 29 Place de l'Eglise, my cozy little Swiss home.
posted by Ben at 9:26 AM
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